, 1887-10-27

they filed out OF the seven cells in MUIR
derers' row for their hours exercises yes
terday morning, betrayed neither concern
nor over the ticklish circum-
stance that The date set for their execu
ton is only sixteen days off.
The time is growing near" remarked
Tailor Fotzc as his eyes rested on the pale
faces of the doomed men.
DO they say anything about it?" he
was ask ed.
Not a word. They ain a bit changed"
was the reply.
At hat momen Fielder, with his long,
thick hair and beard, bushy and defiant.
was leaning indolently against the iron
railing, Just in front of his cell, in an atti-
tude of seeming Indifference.
Parsons had his soft black hat i~auntily
cooked on one side of his head and seemed
minutes freedom outside the narrow
boundaries of his prison hole. His hair
was neatly combed, his clothing was
brushed clean and while chatting with
three women who called to see him he
tOyed with 3 cigar, which he pulled at
from time to time.
Lingg in appearance grows more and
more like a wild animal every day. He
has broadencd out across the chest since
his confinement, and appears to be as
strong as a giant. His face and head are
covered with a mass of intractable hair,
and hIs voice is a hoarse, thick gutterdl.
Lingg is the only one of the anarchists
whose demeanor has been changed by Jail
life. He is still defiant; he wa ks up
right like a soldier. and with a heavy step
as If he wanted to crush something every
time he ut his foot down.
Nina Van Zandt dropped in burdened
with sundry baskets with parcels for
Spies, who took them with unoffensive
composure, just as a nan reaches out for
some money that has long been due him.
The executor OF the Arbeiter Zeitung
Is a cold bloodea gentleman. His usual
expression of emotion is a crafty smile, a
parting of the lips in a grin full of guile
that exposes his teeth, which by the way
he brushes carefully every morning.
There is nothing suggestive of the sloven
about him In Nina's society.
She was all eagerness aud with femi.
nine effusiveness proceeded at once to
tell him what she had brought him.
Spies accepted it all as a matter of
course, throwing a careless look at the
parcel and then pulled at his moustache
as if he we're a tritled bored. On his
countenance of late there has grown a
frown. Not once did Spies direct an
aimable look at the girl. He is worse off
than Parsons, but Parsons has always a
pleasant word, and he is really bearing
up with a nerve that is the admiration Of
the Jail officials.
Spies 'uRged at his moustnche with
churlish taciturnity. The warm greeting
of the girl, her admiration OF him ex-
pressed in a hundred little ways and her
careful t~trethought in the interest OF his
comfort never once caused him to thaw
from his attitude of icy reserve. 1t was
overwhelming evidence this morning that
Spies fancy did not lightly turn 10
thoughts Of love. On the other hand
Nina never once took her eyes off him and
when. at the expiration of the hour, be
VEN back to his cell, she remained stock
still looking at him as he walked away. en-
tirely oblivious ofthe flock of jailbirds that
were %grinnlng at her. She thought only
of the man whose death is set for Novem-
Der IL.
There is not much change to be noted
in the others. Schwab is as apathetic as
ever. His wife, despite her pathetic APP
peal, will not be allowed to embrace him
before he dies, SO Jailer Fotz said this
morning.
Engel looked like a man who had aband-
oned hope, but Fischer was laxative and
sociable.